The Sin Trilogy Bundle: A Necessary Sin, the Next Sin, One Last Sin

by Georgia Cates

  “There’s a new battle brewing with The Order. We expect them tae strike at any time. When they do, Thane and Sin will be called out tae deal with the aftermath. That’s when we make our move.”

  * * *

  I’m face down on our bed. Sin’s body is stretched over mine, pressing my front into the mattress. He’s kissing my neck while caressing my body. Goosebumps erupt on the top of my head and spread downward. My back arches as though it has a mind of its own. The ways he can get my body to respond is amazing.

  His mouth moves over my ear and he taps my hip. “Lift.”

  He shoves two large pillows beneath my stomach and pushes my legs forward so I’m kneeling with my head down. “This is new.”

  “I’m going to fuck you like this.”

  He’s still not made good on his dirty deed promise. Is this going to be him fulfilling that?

  He begins at my shoulders and scatters kisses down my back until he reaches my bottom. The bed dips as he grasps the back of my thighs and pushes them up and apart. For a moment, I almost wonder if he’s going to stand me on … Ohh!

  My thought is interrupted and I go completely stupid when he rubs me where he never has before. Is this what he meant by dirty? Because it is. And I like it.

  He licks my clit and drags his tongue through my center. That, and the massage of his finger at the same time, is overwhelming. Torturous, even. It’s simultaneously more than I can stand while I want to beg for more.

  Sin’s phone rings and vibrates on the nightstand.

  No. No. No. Not right now.

  Everything he’s doing to me stops. And I’m left hanging. It’s horrid.

  “I have to take this.”

  “I know.”

  He growls as he leans over me to retrieve his phone. “Aye. Got it. I’ll be there in twenty.”

  I roll my hips, rubbing my bottom against his hard cock. “Make it thirty.”

  He drops the phone on the bed and reaches over into the top drawer of his nightstand. “This will have to be the expedited version since I can only give you ten minutes.”

  I hear the buzz of a once very familiar sound. “I found this in your knickers drawer. I think we can put it to good use.”

  It’s my bullet.

  His long arm reaches around to press it between my legs as he thrusts into me from behind. He’s stroking my G-spot on the inside as the bullet vibrates against my clit. It’s ridiculous how fast I come. Record time. While that’s good, it’s not because it’s over far too soon.

  The onset of my orgasm ignites his. It always does.

  He burrows into me hard and fast, shoving my head against the headboard. “Sorry.”

  He may be apologetic but he doesn’t stop, not until he has completely emptied himself inside me.

  His body is stretched over mine, his chest and stomach wet with sweat so his skin sticks to me. “Don’t go.”

  He kisses the back of my neck and I know it’s because he’s going to get up. “I have to, Bonny. It’s Fellowship business. And it’s serious—not just a brother being charged by the authorities.”

  Isobel predicted this. “What has happened?”

  “The Order went into Duncan’s after closing. They tried to take Lorna and Greer but didn’t realize Leith was in the back. He came out when he heard their screams and shot two of them dead. The other one escaped.”

  Three Order members thought they were preying upon the weakness of two helpless women. They seem to have a habit of doing that. “Lorna and Greer are okay?”

  “Aye. A bit shaken up, though.”

  “What would’ve happened if Leith hadn’t been there?” I know for a fact that he isn’t always around when Lorna and the girls close up.

  “The women of this brotherhood are vulnerable to attack. Has anyone ever considered it beneficial to teach them basic self-defense?”

  “We protect our women.”

  I have to call bullshit on this sexist thinking. “The duty of a good shepherd is to protect his flock but wouldn’t a better shepherd teach his sheep how to become lions when attacked?”

  “My wife, the advocate supporting equal arse-kicking skills for all.”

  “Are you laughing at me?”

  “I wouldn’t dare.”

  “I think you do. Often.”

  He kisses me quickly. “Not this time, Bonny. I like where you’re going with this. Make it happen. You have my full support.”

  We get out of bed at the same time and I stand in the bathroom entrance while he dresses, my heart pounding.

  This doesn’t seem a likely retaliation for Sin killing Grieve’s son. I’d expect something much bigger. But I’m not bringing it up. I don’t want Sin distracted when he goes out.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Not sure yet. They came onto Leith’s turf. I suppose I’ll let him decide.”

  I’m aware of Sin’s experience in such things but it still makes me uneasy. And I’m nervous for Leith.

  “Is Leith prepared for something like this?” I wasn’t aware he had any experience with this side of The Fellowship.

  “He can hold his own. And he has me covering him.”

  Leith is one of Sin’s best friends. I know he’d take a bullet for him but I don’t plan on being a young widow. “You have a wife now. That means you have to be more careful than ever before.”

  He grins up at me as he slides his gun into his harness. “Aye. And I’ll soon have a baby on the way. I want to be around for that as well.”

  “I know Lorna would appreciate you looking out for Leith.”

  “I’m sure she would.”

  “Leith loves Lorna. I don’t know how you’ve not seen what’s clear as day.”

  “He may, but I’m not sure he can ever return her affection.”

  “Why not? Has something happened?”

  “There’s a lot of history there.”

  We don’t have time to discuss it now but I plan to revisit this later.

  He comes to me and grasps my upper arms. He kisses the top of my head. “I have to go. I love you.”

  “I love you too. Happy two-month anniversary.”

  “Best two months ever.”

  I put my arms around his middle and squeeze. “Come back to me safely.”

  “Always.”

  I go to the window and watch him pull away before texting Isobel. A moment later, she calls. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  * * *

  “I’m not used tae doing things like this so we should probably go over the details one last time.”

  Of course, Isobel has never done anything like this. She’s the wife of a leader. They’d never allow her to dirty her hands this way.

  I give Isobel one last run-through of everything we’re going to do. “Think you got it?”

  “As good as I’m going to, I’m afraid.”

  We park the car at the village’s market and walk to her cottage. We creep into Cameron Ewart’s backyard. I pick the lock and spray the door hinges with lubricant before pushing it open. I go first, creeping through the house with Isobel following close behind.

  I shine my flashlight on the cracked plaster walls. Some are nearly a half-inch in diameter. I missed those during my first visit. What a dump.

  If Abram’s going to take a lover, he needs to provide for her better than this. Cheap bastard.

  I recall the creaking boards in the ancient floor—and find new ones. I motion for Isobel to step over them while making our way through the house.

  The woman is asleep so I quickly place a strip of tape over her eyes. Yeah. It’s gonna hurt like hell coming off. She’ll probably lose half her eyelashes and brows. I’m sorry for that but it’s the best way to keep her from seeing us.

  She lets out a blood-curdling scream and comes up fighting. I restrain her in a chokehold.

  I nod at Isobel, her cue to begin the speech she’s memorized. “We’re not going tae hurt ye, Cameron. I only want tae ask ye some questions.”r />
  The fighting ceases. “What do you want?”

  “I need some information about Abram,” Isobel says.

  “I don’t know who Abram is.” Perfect. He’s convinced her to lie about knowing him. This was expected but this woman needs to understand something. I have ways of making people talk.

  “He came here three nights ago. Ye had sex with him.”

  She laughs. “I have sex with a lot of men.”

  “I’m only interested in knowing about one of them. Abram.”

  “I never get their real names.”

  Isobel and I look at one another and I shrug. I mouth, “Prostitute?”

  Isobel shrugs back. “He was here on Tuesday night just before six o’clock. Fifties. Tall. Muscular. Salt-and-pepper hair. Blue eyes. Always wears an expensive suit.”

  “Aye. Nice-looking older guy. He always likes it rough. What do you want to know about him?”

  “Describe the scar on his right leg.”

  She laughs. “Are you kidding me?”

  “That’s what I need tae know about, Miss Ewart.”

  “Look. I can tell you his dick is long, thick, and hangs to the left. But I can’t tell you a thing about his leg.”

  I may have just vomited in my mouth a little.

  “The scar would be very significant. You can’t miss it,” Isobel says.

  “He never takes off his trousers. He makes me get on my hands and knees on the bed so he can do me from behind. Every time.”

  He isn’t getting naked with her and rolling around in her bed. I’d bet money that’s because she’s a prostitute. He’s only interested in one thing, and it doesn’t involve cuddling afterward.

  It’s clear we’re getting nothing from her but that doesn’t mean she can’t help me in the future. We came financially prepared for such a case.

  Isobel takes a stack of cash from her coat pocket. “I’m leaving five hundred pounds and a contact number on the nightstand. Confirm the scar and ye’ll get another thousand. Get a photograph and there’s five thousand pounds in it for ye. Think ye can manage that?”

  “I can damn sure try for that kind of money.”

  I release her and nod to Isobel. It’s time to move.

  “Call the number when ye have proof.”

  * * *

  I’m in deep shit. Sin is sitting in the living room when I come through the front door. That’s not fantastic. What the hell is he doing back so soon? I couldn’t have been gone more than an hour.

  “Where the fuck have you been, Bonny?” he yells. I jerk because I’m so startled by the authority of his voice. He’s never yelled at me. I don’t care for it.

  He won’t approve but I won’t lie to my husband about what I was doing. “I was following a lead.”

  “A lead that required you to slip away in the middle of the night after I was called away to deal with a crisis?”

  I might as well get it over with. “I knew you wouldn’t approve because it involves Abram.”

  He holds up my phone. “You left this here.”

  “I didn’t want a record of my whereabouts in case Abram is tracking it.”

  “Do you have any idea what has gone through my head while I’ve been waiting? I have a slew of men out searching for you. I’m relieved you’re back but now I have to call them off. They’re going to know you slipped out of the house to do something while I was away. Do you know how that looks?”

  I appear deceitful. And I guess I am. I never considered that because I didn’t count on being caught. “I’m sorry.”

  He comes to me and wraps his arms around me tightly. “I decided it was a bad idea to leave you alone so I sent one of my men back to stay with you. I lost it when he called to say you weren’t here. I thought The Order had taken you.”

  I cradle his face in my hands. “I’m fine.”

  He presses his forehead to mine. “I’ve never been so fucking scared in all my life. Ever.”

  “I’m really sorry.”

  He pulls away and is looking at me like he might want to give me a good shake. “You’re part of The Fellowship now. You can’t do shit like this. I don’t even want to think about what The Order might do if they got their hands on you.”

  “I can take care of myself.”

  “I’m tired of hearing you say that.”

  “I keep saying it because it’s true.” And because he ignores it.

  “You’re my wife. I want to be the one to take care of you.”

  Why can’t he see that he does? “You do. Every single day.”

  He sighs. “Tell me about this lead that was so important.”

  I reiterate the details of the night I followed Abram and tonight’s events.

  “Good God, Bonny. I can’t believe you involved my mum.”

  “I turned to the only person I could.”

  He looks hurt. “That’s not true.”

  “It is. You don’t want to hear what I have to say when it comes to Abram.”

  “I’m asking you to please not do anything like this behind my back again. If you have something you want to investigate, come to me. We’ll do it together. That’s how I want to do everything in our lives. Always.”

  I have Debra’s services. I think I’d be wise to utilize her for such things as dealing with Cameron Ewart.

  He kisses me hard. “Be in that bed naked and waiting for me when I come back.”

  I love when he tells me that.

  He grabs my ass and squeezes hard. “Be prepared, Mrs. Breckenridge. You have penance to pay.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sinclair Breckenridge

  We saw Dr. Paschall a week ago. He assures us we’ve made the right decision in moving forward with the IVF. I hope so. This is too big to screw up.

  It’s day one of Bleu’s fertility injections. She stands in front of the bathroom mirror with the bottom of her T-shirt rolled up and tucked in the top of her bra. She’s holding a syringe in one hand while the other pinches up a patch of skin on her stomach. “You’re going to have to do this for me.”

  Oh hell no, I’m not. “You’re the one they taught. I don’t know how to give a shot.”

  “I can’t stand the thought of driving this needle into my own skin.”

  “I’ll call Jamie.”

  “I’m taking these three times a day. Jamie can’t come here every time my injection is due. You’re gonna need to man up and do this for me just as I did for you.”

  I don’t have a clue what she’s talking about. “Just as you did what for me?”

  “I gave you your morphine injection.”

  “When was that?”

  “After the endurance.”

  I had no idea. “Well, you owed me that much after I was nearly beaten to death for you.”

  Oh God. She has the attitude face. It came on as quickly as watching a background change mid performance of a play. “And you owe me this if you want me to have babies for you.”

  And she has the drama to accompany it. “Don’t act like having babies is only for me. You want the cute little buggers too.”

  She softens. “I know.”

  She’s done this before. She should be used to it. “Who gave you the injections when you did your other retrieval?”

  “My sister—who is a registered nurse. Ellison popped it in there like it was nothing and went about her way. No big deal.”

  “Well, it’s a big deal to me.”

  “It’s really not. I thought it would bother me giving you the morphine but I realized it was nothing after it was over.”

  “Then do it if there’s nothing to it.”

  She groans loudly. “It’s different giving it to yourself.”

  “Fine.” I go to her and hold out my hand. “Give me the damn thing.”

  I pinch her skin and gather my courage before inserting the needle into her abdomen. “I can’t believe you have to do this three times a day for two weeks.”

  “Well, believe it, you big ol’ baby. Fourteen d
ays times three. That’s forty-two injections, not counting the Lupron and HCG. So get prepared, Dr. B. You’re going to be a pro before this is over.”

  She’s taking way too much pleasure in this. “I don’t want to be a pro. There’s a reason Jamie’s the doctor and I’m the lawyer. Speaking of which, what are you planning to do about this when I’m working?”

  “I can run by the office when it’s due.”

  I won’t always be available. “What about when I’m in court?”

  “I’m sure Isobel wouldn’t mind helping me.”

  “Have you told her?”

  “No, but I will if I need to. Have you told anyone?”

  “My father brought up the heir topic. I told him we were trying, minus the method in which we would make it happen. There’s no need for them to know that part unless they have to.”

  I’m not telling her he asked if she was aware of her other job—producing an heir. That would only piss her off.

  I wrap my arms around her from behind. “I need to go so I’m not late for work.”

  She twists in my arms for a goodbye kiss. “See you at one for my next injection.”

  “Today only. We’ll need to work something else out for the others.”

  Yeah, right. Who am I kidding? I’ll give her every single one of those injections if that’s what she wants from me. I owe her that much.

  * * *

  The next two weeks are chaotic. Needles. Medications. More needles. Hormones. Volatile mood swings. If I didn’t know the side effects of the hormones ahead of time, I’d think Bleu hated me.

  Dr. Paschall warned us that the severity of Bleu’s syndrome might make her a more likely candidate for discomfort. She doesn’t mention it but I suspect she’s in pain. She’s turned me down for sex more nights than not. That’s not like my sexual butterfly at all.

  Bleu flies to London and back every few days for blood work and ultrasounds to monitor her progression. I haven’t been able to go with her so she’s had to experience the majority of this process without me. That’s not what I wanted.

  She’s done this before. I suppose that has made this time a little better but I’m disappointed I wasn’t able to be with her every step of the way. It’s another example of how she takes care of herself when I, her husband, should.